Traagen finished securing the straps that held the unconscious Snowkitten to the wooden chair, then reached into one of the pockets of his new leather coat. His old one had been burnt to an unusable pile of rags on the tanker, but it was an easy enough task to acquire a new one. Luckily he kept most of his equipment locked up in secure briefcases and so most of what he needed was still intact. All his carefully-laid-out plans had been destroyed, but Traagen had a sharp mind and a sharp memory; he could pull the rest of the job off without those plans.

From his pocket he removed a thin metal cylinder, the same sort of cylinder he had tried to use on the kitten back on the tanker. He swiftly stuck the needle of the device into the Snowkitten's neck and thumbed a small button. Instantly and silently, the small pen-shaped tool delivered its contents into the feline's bloodstream; enough chemicals and drugs to keep the cat completely unconscious for at least a day.

Hopefully long enough.

The wolf then replaced the needle in his pocket and spun around inside the small cavern he had found a little less than an hour away from his previous - and next - destination. Thanks to the small vehicle he had commandeered, he had been able to remove the Snowkitten from the city with no trouble. Things were almost going according to plan. Almost.

How long had he held the feline back in that alley? How long had the cat been awake, alert, aware, struggling in his arms? Long enough… too long. So now what did he do? The feline had been extremely panicked, maybe too panicked to have done anything. But if he had…

Traagen swallowed nervously, then frowned and shook his head to clear his mind of such thoughts. He'd come too far now to abandon his last job for what would probably be a very long time, especially over something he wasn't sure about. He'd just have to assume that things were still going according to plan, and if it turned out they weren't, well he'd find some way to deal with it. He always had. It was why he was still around. This was just a minor pothole in the road he'd have to swerve around, that was all.

And there next to the Snowkitten was the source of that pothole, that black-and-white cat with the stupid red head-fur. As Traagen turned to look at this second feline, sitting unconsciously bound to another chair in much the same way as his Snowkitten companion, the wolf's left paw instinctively rose to his face. His fingers grazed along the very surface of the scars, as his vision suddenly became red and orange with flames. For a split second he could feel the oppressive heat of those flames once more, could hear their crackling and snapping as they consumed everything in the room, and the screams that went with the flames. His own screams. With a shudder he jerked his paw away from his face and clenched it into a fist while his right paw shot to his holster and grabbed his handgun, whipping it out and pointing the muzzle straight at the young cat's forehead. This was the second time that cat had completely ruined his plans and screwed up everything. The first time it had seemed like a totally random event… a random event that had cost him much pain and that had left him scarred and burnt all over, the left side of his face completely disfigured, but it still seemed completely random. Except now he showed up once again, with the target, and once again he screwed everything up, only this time possibly costing Traagen more than just his figure and his complexion. It didn't make any sense, but it sure as hell didn't feel random this time: that would have been just too coincidental. Traagen didn't care though as he growled, anger flaring up inside him just like that fire had flared up in his cabin. It wasn't in Traagen's nature to kill minors, but then this cat was no ordinary kitten, and no minor had ever caused Traagen so much trouble, or so much pain.

But it didn't matter. As Traagen regained control over his anger, he knew that he couldn't kill the kitten now. He didn't know how close this cat was to the two Snowkittens. For all he knew, killing this cat would have the same effect as killing the other. He couldn't risk it; he'd have to give this cat the same procedure as the Snowkitten. Still growling, he lowered his gun and instead grabbed another pen-needle, jabbing it into the kitten's neck. Then he raised his gun once again and flipped it around in his paw before swinging it out and slamming the metal handle into the cat's face. The black, white, and red head twisted around from the impact as the dull thud of blunt metal on bone sounded through the cavern, then it fell limply like a dropped marionette, the chin resting on the cat's white chest. A large bruise began to develop under the fur as Traagen spun around and walked away, heading back to his vehicle and leaving the two cats alone and sedated in the cavern.

Leana wandered through the various aisles lined on both sides by towering shelves filled to bursting with books. Beside her, a large pile of books floated a few feet above the carpeted floor, and every now and then one of them would send itself flying up onto one of the shelves as the other books rearranged themselves to accommodate the new one. Sometimes the opposite would occur as well, with a misplaced book leaping into the aisle to join the floating pile. As she continued on, books rearranging themselves as necessary, she began to get the feeling that someone was watching her. Quickly glancing up at one of the various curved mirrors put up at intervals around the store to allow employees to view around corners, she noticed two young pups of mixed parentage, most likely a fox and a collie of some sort, watching her and the levitating books. Their eyes were wide in awe as they watched the supposedly inanimate pieces of paper, occasionally bound in leather or a thick cover, move about as if they had a mind of their own.

Leana grinned to herself. Most regular customers were used to the Snowkitten and her abilities, but there were always tourists and especially their children, who had never seen anything like it in their lives. As her grin grew wider, all the books around her suddenly burst into life and began leaping across the aisle from one shelf to another in a high arch over the kids' heads. The two young pups squealed happily and began jumping after the various books as they flew and danced above them, occasionally leaping upwards to stay just out of reach of the youngsters' paws. The little display continued for a while, the movement of the books getting more and more elaborate as they criss-crossed and circled one another, until they all started returning to their proper place with several thuds as each book landed back on the shelf. Just as the last ones left the aisle though, one small book plummeted straight down towards the children. One of the pups caught it and the two gasped as they looked at the small fairy painted on the cover, sitting on a lily petal and fanning her wings. The two kids squealed again excitedly as they tore off to find their parents, and Leana continued on to the next aisle, chuckling to herself. Entertaining young tourists like that was always an enjoyable pastime for her, especially when work at the Bookshelf, one of Phoenixbrook's many, many secondpaw bookstores, had slowed down to the point of nothing but the monotonous task of shelving, shelving, some more shelving, and for a change, a little more shelving.

Her smile faded though as she glanced at her watch for the third time in the last fifteen minutes. Her brother was supposed to have arrived by now along with the strange cat they had found floating in the ocean the other day. She had tried ringing Eliki at home twice but both times there had been no response, which suggested to her that they had indeed left… so now the main question was: where the heck were they? At first Leana hadn't thought too much about it. The two Snowkittens had grown up in Phoenixbrook together and knew the city better than the backs of their paws, so getting lost was out of the question. She figured he had probably seen something in a shop, or maybe the cat had seen something, and that was delaying them. It wouldn't have been the first time that had happened. But Eliki wasn't one to keep someone waiting this long if he could help it, especially not his own sister.

After placing a few more books on one of the shelves she decided to give Eliki's mobile a try and ask him just what the heck he was doing and where the heck he was. She walked back to the front desk and picked up the phone there, as she wasn't supposed to carry her mobile with her while she worked. There was nothing more irritating then a digital ringing in the middle of what was supposed to be a quiet and peaceful place like a bookshop, and if the offending phone belonged to an employee it didn't set much of an example. She dialled the number quickly from memory and waited as it rang, starting to become impatient.

The ringing continued, which meant his mobile wasn't turned off, so why the heck wasn't he answering? When the voicemail finally cut in she quickly hung up, her impatience starting to dissolve into worry. If Eliki wasn't going to answer his mobile he would have turned it off, so what was going on? Her thoughts were interrupted as the parents of the two young cubs showed up at the desk and paid for a couple of books, including the one of fairy tales Leana had picked out. She went through the motions and after the transaction neatly placed all the books in a bag for the family and wished them a good day, carefully keeping all the worry from her face. As the family headed for the door she was about to return to her floating pile of books when a familiar-looking rabbit hurried through the door.

"Oh! Hello, Loganberry! I didn't expect you to see you to-" She stopped mid sentence though when she noticed the panicked look on her friend's face. "What's going on?" she asked.

"Leana! Quickly, come with me into the backroom, I need to tell you something!"

Leana just nodded and ushered the rabbit through a back door into the staff room of the small store. When a psychic was this upset about something, you didn't muck around.

Traagen parked his stolen vehicle behind one of the thousands of ancient buildings that filled the city and killed the engine. He hopped out, then turned around and hauled a black duffle bag out from the passenger seat, before closing the door and starting to walk along the alley that ran behind the various stores. It was completely empty, no company but a range of cars parked here and there. At this time of day, nearly everyone was inside, attending to their shops, or buying from said shops. The wolf continued to walk, bag slung over his shoulder, until he reached a large rubbish bin. Dropping his bag at the foot of it, he pulled a small pair of binoculars from his coat pocket and looked through them over the top of the metal-and-rust-covered bin.

Directly ahead of him he saw what he was looking for. It was the back of a shop and looked like the back of every other shop along this strip of alley; it had a large metal door with a small button for a buzzer next to it and two small windows, though for his purposes they would be anything but small. There was nothing indicating the name of the store but Traagen already knew from the maps he had memorised that he was watching the back of the Bookshelf. Smiling to himself, he set the binoculars down and ducked behind the bin. He quickly pulled down the zipper of his bag and pulled it open. As the sun's light reached into the interior of the bag, it caught the polished metal of a large semi-automatic sniper rifle, with a scope and a large barrel suppressor lying next to it. Traagen pulled it out and cradled it on his lap as he reached back into the bag and extracted the various accessories, putting them into place quickly. When the rifle was completely assembled, he slapped a magazine in, then laid it against the bin and went back to his binoculars.

Now all he had to do was wait.

Leana watched nervously as her friend clenched his cup of tea tightly with both paws, trying to hold himself steady and appear as though nothing was wrong, as he sat on one of the chairs occupying the pathetically small space that pretended to be a staff room for the Bookshelf. More like a closet set aside from the rest of the storage area than an actual room, its contents consisted of a table surrounded by three chairs, though the table itself was too covered with un-filed books and various bits of paper to be of much use. Above the table was a small window that looked into one of the many alleyways that snaked along behind the stores and buildings of Phoenixbrook. The window itself offered only minimal light, though whatever did make it inside was of little significance given the long fluorescent light bar attached to the ceiling. This kept the area nicely lit, but offered only a very cold illumination, completely devoid of any cheer or emotion; a stark contrast to the rest of the store. On the other side of the room, a long counter lined the wall complete with a dirty sink stack full of mugs and teacups, a small microwave oven that looked like it belonged in a museum, a coffee maker and a small kettle. Leana leaned back against this counter, holding her own cup in her paws.

For a few moments, neither of them said a word, Loganberry simply drinking his tea absent-mindedly while Leana watched and wondered what was going through his head. Finally he spoke quietly.

"It's good tea."

Leana smiled a little. This obviously wasn't what Loganberry had rushed all the way here to tell her, but any communication was good until he had calmed down enough to tell her whatever it was he needed to tell her. Although not a very patient feline by nature, Leana could never feel rushed or impatient as far as her friends were concerned and this was no exception. "Kalia may not leave me with much to work with as I'm sure you can see, but I'm pretty resourceful when I need to be."

This brought a slight smile to the rabbit's face, but it disappeared quickly. "I'm assuming you've heard the news? Or have you not had time to catch up?"

"I… haven't had time to read the news since first thing this morning, no, why?"

Loganberry sighed. "You best check the headlines then…"

Frowning, Leana crossed the short distance to the table, and started pushing papers aside until she found her small laptop. She started it up, going right away to Phoenixbrook's online news network. As the combination of text and graphics filled the screen she put a paw to her muzzle and gasped.

"Attack at LaVane… The head of the Imperium Guard addressed the public at a press conference earlier this morning, confirming the attack on His Grace the Duke of Vardenai above the Castle of Tarm em Heire only a few hours earlier… officially there are no suspects at this time but the Guard believe the perpetrator to be a highly powerful individual… proficient in magic… the Duke himself is unharmed however he has been put under constant watch… my gods, Loganberry, somebody attacked Russet?!"

Loganberry nodded gravely. "There's more than that, though. I don't think this is just some random attack, and I find it extremely difficult to believe it could be political. The Vardenai are much closer to the rulers of the other nations in Venuvia than most realise. I can't quite put my finger on what it is, but I believe this is only the tip of the iceberg. Leana, I… I can't explain it but something is very wrong here. I can feel it, not only over Russet's area, but all of Aredria… Phoenixbrook included."

Loganberry was gesturing wildly now as everything spilt forth at once, flailing his arms about as he spoke. Leana continued to lean against the counter as she went over what her friend was telling her. She knew from past experiences, and also because her trust in Loganberry was absolute, that this was not a matter to be taken lightly. If her friend and his psychic talents said something was off, something was off. Unfortunately she also knew that, respected as the rabbit's abilities were throughout the city, they could hardly go to the police - or anyone else for that matter - and try to raise an issue for a general dark feeling hovering over the whole country. As frustrating as it was, she knew no one was going to act unless they had something more specific to work with or, more usually, something awful already happened.

"The problem is, I can't figure out what any of it really means," Loganberry went on. "But I'll be the first to admit, Leana, I'm rather scared. I don't think Aredria has had anything this dark or negative looming over it so ominously since -"

Suddenly Logan paused, but he didn't just stop speaking, he stopped moving altogether, his arms outstretched mid-gesture, his mug still held within his paw. His eyes were open, as was his muzzle, as if he was about to say something else. A slight shiver ran up Leana's spine. It was as if someone had literally pointed a remote control at Logan and pressed a pause button; he had completely frozen in place.

A sudden flash, filling the air in pure white with a fiery intensity, burned into the back of his eyes, yet he could not close them, could not shut out the light. It continued to force its way into his vision with brutal ferocity as it flowed out from a circular black void barely visible. Then suddenly a round, steel object flew past so fast it forced the very air out of its way, leaving behind a trail of ripples in space itself that faded almost instantly. The object soared on, leaving the flash of light and fire behind to collapse and fade while moving swiftly in a nearly straight line. Suddenly it approached an obstacle, a translucent material of some sort, a pane of glass, but the object continued relentlessly. It struck the glass and simply passed right through it, the force of the impact sending a series of cracks through the material like so many pencil lines, snaking and twisting back and forth in a complex pattern in all directions before the glass gave in and shattered, exploding just behind the object as it continued, unhindered. The pieces flew around, caught in the air and riding the wave of energy that had torn them apart. They swirled around and caught the light as they moved, creating a small dance of sparkles like floating diamonds in the sky until, with a sickening thud, a wave of red sloshed over them, knocking each and every shard straight onto the floor, right before a large mass of white fell overtop of them. A mass of white with a single black strip running down the centre.

"LEANA!" Leana jumped as Logan snapped suddenly out of his trance and screamed her name in panic. Then, before she could think, he leapt from his chair straight at her, grabbed her by the waist and dragged her to the dusty, unswept floor of the staff room. As she fell, pulled down by her friend's grip, she was aware of three distinctly different crashing, shattering sounds. The first was the sound of Loganberry's mug striking the floor, the second was the sound of a windowpane shattering and the third was the dull thud of something striking one of the wooden cupboards. A second after she fell to the floor, she watched with wide eyes as she was showered with flecks of wood. She lay there panting for what couldn't have been more than another second, but the whole ordeal seemed like an eternity before she finally shoved Loganberry off, leaping to her feet and rushing to the window, which had indeed exploded, coating the floor with small shards of glass. Outside, she could barely make out the form of someone making a mad dash from behind a large rubbish bin into a car of some sort and tear off, tyres squealing in protest from the vehicle's sudden lurch. Without thinking she sprinted immediately towards the back door and onto the road outside, completely ignoring the large hole that had been left in the cupboard over the room's sink.

Outside she ran as hard as she could, sprinting with all she had even though she knew there was no way she was going to catch up with whoever it was she had seen. As she ran, her mind ran even faster as it went over everything that had just happened. Exploding window… exploding cupboards… whoever that fur was was shooting at her. Had Loganberry not thrown himself upon her she would have been… that explained the sudden trance he had got just before it happened then… but who the hell would do such a thing - and more importantly why?

As she reached the bin, she came to a skidding halt and looked around. Nothing, absolutely nothing. Well what did you expect? Bending over and bracing her arms on her knees as she panted for breath, she clenched her eyes shut and tried to reach out for any memories from this place. Normally she should have waited until she was calm once again to try using her magic like this, but having nearly lost her life was leaving her a little more impatient then usual. As she breathed, images began to flash through the darkness of her closed eyes. A tall wolf, a long rifle, a stolen vehicle, a cave, a cave somewhere outside of Phoenixbrook, about an hours drive away, and the road leading there, then -

ELIKI!

- an instantly recognizable Snowkitten, sitting bound to a chair with his eyes closed and his head hanging down. He appeared to be breathing and unharmed, but Leana wasn't getting a response from trying to reach out and touch him, as if she was seeing only a stuffed imitation of her brother sitting there.

Leana opened her eyes, and all the fear and panic and confusion melted away as she balled her paws into fists. You have my brother. Her emotions all melded together and then gave way to anger. It surged through her, sending a wave of adrenaline through her, washing away all the questions from her mind and allowing her to focus her thoughts to a razor's edge. Whoever he was, he had just tried to kill her and now he had her brother. There was absolutely no way she was going to let him even think he could get away with it. She spun around on the spot and stormed back to the store, marching right past a shaking Loganberry who opened his muzzle to ask what was going on, saw the look in her eyes, and quickly shut it again. She very hastily locked the doors, thanking the gods that the store happened to be empty at the moment and turned back to grab her keys, her thanks turning back to curses as she realised the car was back home, she had decided to walk.

"I don't know who he is, but he's holding Eliki," she explained as Loganberry timidly walked into the store, not even giving him the chance to ask any questions. "I'm going after him, Loganberry. But I need you to go get the police and tell them everything that's happened, that I've gone after him and that he's hiding out at the old caves about an hour's drive north-west of here. I have to go and try to catch up."

And with that she flew out of the door, leaving a rather stunned Loganberry behind.

"Bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger!" Traagen screamed to himself as he hauled the large metal barrel across the stone surface of the cave in order to place it right behind the two felines, still bound and unconscious in their chairs. His entire mission was ruined. Everything was a complete disaster. He had done a pretty admirable job so far of bending to whatever new direction the wind had blown, adapting and improvising everything as he had gone along, but now things had gone too far, had spiralled way beyond his control. There was no way he could complete the mission now. He had one chance to finish this mission successfully; one chance to take that Leana out before she knew something was going on and would take measures to protect herself, measures a mere barrage of bullets wouldn't be able to get through.

As he worked, he couldn't help but wonder where he had gone wrong. The incident with the new cat had been a massive setback, yes, but he had worked around that brilliantly and stuck to the core plan. He had her brother, alive so as not to disrupt the delicate and magical bond between twins, especially twins of such power, yet completely defenceless so that when Leana was taken out and the bond was disturbed, nothing could be done about it and he could make his leisurely way back and finish the hit. It was a tight plan with no room for error, but it should have worked.

So what the hell had happened? How had she dodged his hit? There was no way he had missed on his own. Traagen had devoted half of his entire life to guns, since with the majority of the planet converted to sonic weaponry most people didn't think to adequately protect themselves from ballistics. He trained religiously, his guns were practically extensions of his very body. He did not miss. No, no, he did not miss, she had moved out of the way, she had dropped to the floor, which could mean one of only two things: either she was the luckiest being in the history of the galaxy and had slipped coincidentally at just the right second; or she had known the bullet was coming. Of course Traagen's mind refused to allow him to even fancifully entertain the notion that it was all coincidental. She had to have known, but the almighty question that he'd been asking himself all along was how? Snowkittens were powerful beings, yes, but they were not seers. Perhaps he had taken too long with her brother as he had feared earlier, and that one, Eliki, had managed to warn her somehow, convey some emotion that put her on her guard, something.

"It doesn't matter now," Traagen snapped aloud to himself as he started piling the few remains of the equipment that had survived the incident on the ship, everything he had managed to save except for his guns. Those he piled back into his duffle bag to take with him. He always destroyed all his equipment after a job, except his own weapons, partly for their financial value as ballistic weapons were illegal and certainly weren't available anywhere in the "free" market, and partly for sentimental value. "Just concentrate on cleaning this up and walk away… get away from all this, then get to your reserve funds and disappear forever. You've planned for a botched job like this, you know exactly what you're going to do. You've got all the evidence here for cleanup, and there's no way that other Snowkitten could have seen your face, at least not enough to identify you. You can go settle down somewhere else, no more Marcus, no more mysterious "Clean up" jobs."

As he spoke aloud to himself, he finished piling everything around the massive metal barrel in a small heap around the two felines, then slapped a small, black device coated in plastic on the lid of the cylinder. He slid the top of this black device aside to reveal a small panel with a numeric keypad, upon which he quickly punched in a seven digit code, the machine beeping with every key press and the soft beeps echoing through the small cavern. When that was completed the device issued five more short beeps before going silent once again. Satisfied, Traagen slipped the cover back into place, grabbed the duffle bag with his weaponry and quickly slipped back out of the cave.

Leana pressed her foot down harder on the car's accelerator as she sped across the dirt road that lead to the series of caverns and abandoned mining shafts she had seen from the fragments of energy left over from her assailant. As she drove, hundreds of questions flew around like grains of sand caught in a strong whirlwind, but she pushed them very, very firmly into the back of her mind. The only thing that mattered here was finding her brother and finding the one who had done this to them. Whatever questions she had then would be answered. Or at least they had damn well better be.

As she turned the last corner she saw a dark entrance in the side of rough and steep hill leading into a shaft that ran deep underground. She moved her foot to start slowing down, but then noticed further on another car taking off away from her, spewing rocks and a huge cloud of dust as its wheels spun for purchase, before finally propelling the vehicle off. That had to have been the would-be assassin. She hesitated and thought quickly about what she should do… stay at the cave and try and find her brother, or pursue her attacker? She didn't have time to contemplate long though as the ground suddenly lurched beneath her car with a thunderous explosion, slightly muffled by layers of earth and ground, and immediately followed by a louder whooshing sound as a huge cylinder of flames erupted from the cavern entrance. Leana screamed in surprise and instinctively raised her arms up, paws in front of her to shield herself and her car. The flames stopped and spread apart as if they had just hit a wall a few feet from the frame of the vehicle, before vanishing into the air, leaving only a column of black smoke belching from the hole in the wall and a foul odour in the air.

Completely forgetting about the fur in the other vehicle, Leana dropped the shield and leapt from her car, sprinting as fast as she could towards the cavern, not daring to think about the possibilities of what she might find inside. As she ran, she glared directly towards the opening intently. Suddenly she felt her fur start to blow towards the cave, in the direction she was running, as a heavy wind blew past her and ahead of her into the mouth of the shaft, clearing away the smoke ahead of her. She kept running, the black clouds parting ahead of her as the wind she had conjured whipped about her, howling madly through the enclosed space. Without pausing, she raised her left paw, which was immediately engulfed in a sphere of light that shone forward into the dark cave. She still ran. The deeper she got, the more anxious she got and the faster and harder the wind around her blew, until finally it left her as it filled a large, round room. She quickly cast the light from her paw around and surveyed the destruction.

The ground was carpeted with debris from the walls and the ceiling above, pieces of rock ranging in size anywhere from pebbles to chunks the size car doors, and all over the places black streaks and charred markings.

"Oh gods… oh no, oh no, please!" Leana pleaded desperately aloud as she shone the light around the cavern and over the debris. Snowkittens were incredibly adept healers and were also good shielders, but her brother's abilities were weaker than her own and he wasn't even conscious. The chances of him surviving a blast like this without being incinerated were almost nil.

But her heart nearly flew out of her chest when her light fell upon a bright white patch. It was definitely an arm of some sort, covered in white, albeit extremely dirty white, fur, extending from behind an especially large piece of debris. She practically jumped towards it, pleading aloud once again but this time with a tiny amount of hope in her tone. As she peered over the rock, she saw that the arm was firmly attached to a very whole and solid male Snowkitten. Eliki lay there sprawled out on his back, breathing very slowly but his eyes still firmly shut, showing no signs of consciousness. His fur all over was full of dust, ash, and bits of rock and was matted down here and there by splotches of blood from where he had been hit by some debris or bounced around a little. His clothes were nowhere to be seen though, but that was the last thing on Leana's mind as she leaned over and stroked her brother's forehead.

"By the Goddess, Eliki. I don't know how you managed to pull through this one, brother, but you're alive and it's over now, it's all over now, whatever this is."

As she continued stroking his headfur, she suddenly noticed another shape next to his, this one black and almost blending in with the scorched cavern ground. But as Leana moved her globe of light over him she saw the sudden flash of dirtied red, the red of fur-dye, not blood, and recognized it as that mysterious kitten they had picked up earlier. He was sprawled out much like her brother but on his front, and he too was completely without clothes, but covered in dirt and patches of blood. That's right… Eliki was showing him around the city before all this happened. Goodness, when I realized what had happened to him I didn't think… didn't stop to think about this one…

As she continued to look him over though, she noticed something a little more worrying. The black feline's arm was completely pinned beneath another large piece of rubble. Quickly, she levitated the rock up and cast it aside, but then grimaced immediately. The debris must have fallen right on top of it; it looked like it was in very bad condition. Had he been awake when it happened or had he been knocked out like her brother? Stepping carefully she walked closer to give it a more detailed look. It was definitely broken, that was for sure but she was no doctor. She was a healer though, and she held both her paws over the feline's arm and began to glow a very soft blue. She stayed that way for a few minutes before stepping back to her feet. She hadn't completely healed the arm, but it was no longer broken which was the most important thing. The next important thing was to get both cats out of the cave and back home, immediately.

"Thank the Goddess for telekinesis," she muttered to herself gratefully as she headed for the exit.